Gung And Ho Are Still Very Slow!

The cat was out and about and once again heard a familiar shout. It was those two fools once more. This time they looked like they were hunting wabbit by the shore.

"Gung, we will find love this day. Let's shoot all who come our way!"

"Yes Ho, we will get much loving with each arrow."

"I like them big and you like them small, let's go and have a ball."

The two nuts walked the street, in the snow and sleet. They looked rather cold too. Did I mention they were wearing diapers for all to view? No? Well I was trying to save you a horrible image in your head. Sorry, that one you will take to bed.

The one as big as a house, Gung, and the one as big as a mouse, Ho, stooped down rather low. They found their first shot. They each liked her a whole lot. She had a walk that caught the eye and she could not get away no matter how hard she did try.

"I'll take this one, Ho. Grannies need loving to you know?"

"Okay Gung, you can have grannie tongue."

I think I threw up in my mouth there. But the grannie gave a rather loud blare, snapping me back to watching the two. Gung had shot her in the gazoo. She turned and stared at the pair and gave them quite the glare.

"Gung, it worked! Up that grannie sure perked."

"Yes indeed, she looks ready to do a loving deed."

The pair watched as the grannie with an arrow in her fanny, came closer and closer to their feet. With her walker, it took her a while to get down the street. Gung waited for his kiss, expecting bliss. Instead she took her walker and gave him quite the between the legs shocker.

"Umm Gung, I think that was a dud arrow you flung."

"Ho.....I'm going to get the guy who sold me that arrow."

Gung was on his knees in a snow pile while Ho noticed someone out running a mile. He liked their long hair and knew for them he could really care. He shot them in the butt and when they turned he found it was a guy in bad need of a haircut.

"Gung, help me!"

"Ho, you should be careful who you strike with a loving arrow."

The guy ran toward them fast. Ho hoped his spell would not last. He kind of got his wish, as the guy's lips puckered up like a fish. The guy then threw up on his head. Another image for you to take to bed. It seems Ho had shot a drunk who was too wasted to realize it in his funk.

"Gung, love smells."

"Ho, let's go back to jingling bells."

"Cupid can have his arrow job. Let's go get some corn on the cob."

The pair trotted off, diapers and all, each failing in their love like call. One with tingling nuts and the other smelling worse than mutts with dirty butts. I was just glad they were gone after falling for that stupid cupid con. I headed back home for some bass and to rest my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.